I'm Growing Old, I Delight In The

When I Eat A Tomato I Look At It The Way Anyone Else Would. But When I Paint A Tomato, Then I See It Differently.

There's Nothing Clinically Wrong With Me, Only An Emotional Imbalance - I Pass Too Quickly From The Wildest Enthusiasm To The Blackest Despair.

I Do Not Repudiate Any Of My Paintings But There Isn't One Of Them That I Would Not Redo Differently, If I Had It To Redo. My Destination Is Always The Same But I Work Out A Different Route To Get There.

I Dream Of An Art Of Balance, Of Quietness, Something Analogous To A Good Armchair.

Creation Begins With Vision.